The Last Transition | Sia K S

The physical expression of life always arrives with a lag; we often know something to be true much before it becomes so. I’ve known for a while that something is dying - drawing to a close in a way which demands finality. A previous I is already dead and I have dug at the ground with bare hands to bury her. I have spent months mourning her and I am still saying goodbye.

2025 is a portal, the year of the wood snake: all of us are being asked to shed skin and step into a new cosmos of our co-creation. I am fully present to the portal now and though the new has yet to arrive I can feel it deep in my bones and my heart, swelling. In this space in between what is no longer and what is coming to me, I offer some final notes, some notes on love. The Transition is over so that a new life may begin.

Big love and big thanks. Don’t forget the music, don’t forget to dance.